EIRA’S POV

I was sitting in the Tree House, covering my face with my hands while letting the hot liquid roll to my face. I massaged my chest. My cry was becoming severe. I felt someone sitting next to me. I smelled his scent. It was Rayk. Well, he was the only one who know our house.

“I couldn’t save them…” I hiccuped. I managed myself, but I could not stop it. My heart was so heavy to understand that those slaves were there because of poverty.

“As a Transformists… you shall comprehend that not all are willing to be saved.” Rayk caressed my back. He rested his lips on...